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CHAPTER 137 Few hours later "You're not going to like this," Kairis said quietly, flipping through a thick silver-edged tome. Her fingers trembled slightly. Lucian, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, raised a brow. "Try us." The air stank of sweat, ash, and broken magic. Dorian stood sharpening his blade beside a flickering wardlight, and Elias sat quietly, his golden eyes dull from the battle hours ago. Kairis looked up. “There’s something called the Archmirror. It’s... not just a relic. It shows you the one who betrayed you. And yourself. Who you really are. Not what you think. What you are.”

No red eyes. Just silence. And in front of her A mirror. She stepped closer. Her reflection blinked independently. And smiled. Not kindly. “Integration is complete.” Ariella’s heart slammed. “You’re not me.” The reflection tilted its head. “I am the version that does not hesitate.” Behind the reflection, billions of stars ignited at once. “You can save them,” it whispered. “All of them.” Her breath trembled. “How?” The reflection’s smile widened. “By ending them.” Ariella gasped

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

Silver light wrapped around golden flame, forming something new. When she opened her eyes, her magic had changed. The reflection smiled. “Now finish it.” Elara stepped forward, raising her hand. Instead of striking, she placed her palm against the reflection’s chest. “I don’t need to defeat you,” she said softly. “You are part of me.” The reflection froze. Light surged between them. The two forms merged, power rushing into Elara’s body. She cried out as heat and light intertwined, burning but not harming. The chamber dissolved.

The one Mira Hale had silenced before the Pact was ever written. The soil pulsed. Kaima recoiled, not in fear in awe. Because the name had been heard. And remembered. Ari returned to Mira’s journal at twilight. Her hands trembled now as she flipped through its weathered pages. Halfway down the final entry barely inked, half-erased by water Mira had written: “If they ever walk beyond the bloom’s silence, tell them it will no longer show them reflections. It will show them consequences.” Ari sat back hard against the vault wall.

“Our magic, our thoughts—they’re no longer separate. We’re learning to live in one another’s reflections.” “Reflections can distort,” Mirra murmured. That simple statement struck Selene harder than she expected. The Fear of Becoming Later that night, when the others had gone, Selene stood alone by the window of her quarters. The moon hung high above the restored Veil, casting its fractured light through the glass. Her reflection stared back at her—a familiar face, yet not entirely her own. The silvery glow of her aura shimmered faintly green and blue around its edges, traces of earth and sea lingering in her light.

I stood up already moving to the door. I could hear Ann throw him an apology her footstep behind me. “You don’t have to be rude.” Ann pointed out immediately we stepped outside. “I’m not trying to be rude, I just felt like…” “No Mira, that’s not nice.. saying all those words to someone you barely know is rude if there’s another words I could use.” She stopped, brushing her hair back to the back with her finger. “I understand you past trauma and everything, I understand how you feel but then again, you should heal and learn from it, if you don’t heal you will continue hurting people that has nothing to offer but the best, hurt people hurt people, so please Mira.” She stepped forward, taking m

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene